Twilight is softly falling
as the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling,
"Shepherd, come home to rest."
At hush of even-tide,
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my heaven,
Down in the Glen
Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little heaven,
Down in the glen.
Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
'Tis soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".
The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that heaven,
Down in the glen.